HTBS posted: " 14 November 2021 By Philip Kuepper Cold and crisp come these morns.By ten, the air is warm.And, O!, the pure pearlblue sky, and the riverinviting you row it,fit athletes, each of you,who stamp like horses in the cold,waiting,until the blood in "
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